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August 23, 2002
The wind ~ Philosophy and poetry
The wind
is everywhere
the petals scatter
through a frozen web
still
yet moving the same
a fluttering of red confetti
drifting with each breeze as
the rose becomes
the wind.
Hard to believe that I wrote this so-called poem almost twenty-five years ago. Not bad for a naive kid who way back then was convinced that he would become a future-famous philosopher poet someday. The bizarre element is that the feelings which are evoked by this piece echo not only how I felt at the time but how I am feeling now as well. Not bad. Hard to believe.
Posted at 5:50 PM
3 Comment(s)
Who says you are not "a future-famous philosopher"?
Posted by Euan at August 23, 2002 10:39 PM
I agree with Euan.
Posted by Bekah at August 23, 2002 11:56 PM
Great poetry has a knack for being timeless!
Posted by Stu D. at August 24, 2002 5:01 AM
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